Regretting Rejection (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9

Emma's POV

It's been a few days since I've started training and I'm already done!

I've learnt different self defence modes and different attacks.

So as a test I took on Ryan who was all battered and bruised at the end of it ; I felt so guilty!!! I haven't stopped saying sorry!

Currently, I'm listening to music whilst packing my clothes to go to another pack to become allies.

I still haven't found out which pack though.

Emmett insisted that a maid should pack my bags but I wouldn't have it.

"...When you've been fighting for it all your life and you've been struggling to make things right that's how a super hero learns to flyyy... every day, every hour, turn the pain into power!..."

Superheroes by the script blasted.

I was finished packing but was confused on what to actually wear there...

I tiptoed out of my room and quietly peeked through Emmett's door to see what he was doing.

There I saw Emmett's bare sculpted back ironing a shirt and I went red and headed back to my room.

I was still flustered and my room was a bit hot.

After about 10 minutes I headed back to Emmett's door and knocked.

"Come in..." His husky voice replied to my knock.

He was wearing a light blue blazer which highlighted his glistening eyes, a white shirt underneath and some tan chino's topped off with some light blue Toms.

"Emmetttttttt...." I elongated his name.

"Yes?" He queried as he sat down on a black love seat and fixed his cufflinks.

"Why do you have to dress so good? I mean c'mon! You always dress to impress." I whined.

He chuckled and replied "I don't. And anyways It's nothing compared to the beautiful lady who accompanies me."

Huh?

What lady?

A pang of jealousy surged through me.

Of course he would have loads of gorgeous girls following him around!

"Who?" I asked, Still jealous of the fact that a girl accompanies him everywhere.

He stood up and walked over to me.

"You." He replied.

I blushed bright red.

"Don't make me blush! Anyways I came here to ask you what I should wear."

I let out.

"Anything. But I would love it if it was light blue..." He spoke.

I nodded and walked back to my room.

In my closet I spotted some light blue dungaree shorts and a white top.

So I took them out and wore them and topped them off with some white converse.

My hair was scrunched in a bun so I let it out and brushed all the tangles out.

I didn't really like makeup so all I put on was a bit of light pink lip balm.

I grabbed by suitcase and rolled it out of my room.

I lugged it down the stairs and set it down beside the couch.

My feet pattered against the laminate floor as I entered the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Coke for the way.